"Okay so I was at work minding my own business and this guy just like. Poof! Right in front of the counter. So I asked him what he wanted like a good Customer Service employee and he just smirked and handed me this." Rory reached into his pocket and dug out a perfectly smooth metal circle. "It looks like a locket but I don't see how I can open it. And after that I was walking home and a fricking pack of smoke wolves chased me!"
She closed her left eye, showing an X shaped scar crossing over it where the edges were just visible when it was open. She gently wiped his tears away. "But it doesn't matter now. What matters now is that I'm alive and here right now."
It wasn’t that he didn’t know what to say it was that he had so much to say that he couldn’t formulate a sentence so he settled on kissing her.
(Jacks???)
Out of everything so far, this is what convinced her it was real. She was still alive and in love with the most perfect boy she could ever meet. It was difficult to express that much passion and love in a simple kiss, but she tried anyway.
(Yes?)
Ginger looked around. "It's nice," she remarked fondly.
"Thanks. It's kind of lonely just living by yourself but I manage." He shrugged. "It's whatever."
Ginger nodded. She understood. "Can we sit down somewhere?" she asked.
He gestured to the living room. "Be my guest." He walked to the kitchen, whistling. "Do you want anything? Food, drink, whatever?"
(Whelp I gtg sorry Darren and Lillian could you guys wait for me?)
"I'm fine," Ginger denied by instinct, taking a seat. Her leg thanked her.
(Ummmm, sure. I'll be on most likely not hundred percent tomorrow evening.)
"If you're sure." He grabbed a water bottle and sat next to her. "So, what do you wanna do?"
Ginger shrugged. She tried to stop looking at his abs. She focused on his eyes instead.
He brushed his fringe out of his eyes with a smile, fidgeting with his piercing with his tongue.
Ginger blinked. What would her mother say about this? She pushed the thought from her mind. "So…" she spoke softly.
"Sew buttons. What is it?" He chuckled.
Ginger blushed. "No, uh… I meant…" What. What did you mean?
Out of everything so far, this is what convinced her it was real. She was still alive and in love with the most perfect boy she could ever meet. It was difficult to express that much passion and love in a simple kiss, but she tried anyway.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, he knew she wasn’t dead but he still feared he’d never get to do this again.
He placed his finger over her mouth, quieting her. "Shush shush shush." He smiled. "You're really cute when you blush."
That made Ginger blush even harder. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear absentmindedly.
She automatically wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. She wanted him to know that she would never leave him, that their little bubble of joy wouldn't be popped if she could help it.
He chuckled, lightly kissing her cheek. "You're adorable Spice. That's your new nickname from now on. I shall forever call you Spice."
"Uh… I… I'm not…" Ginger fumbled for words.
(Yeah we can wait for Sly)
"You're not what? Come on, I know you can say it." He teased.
"I'm not adorable," Ginger mumbled. "I'm…"
Rachel and Miranda had gotten into her head.
He kissed her to stop her words. "Nope. You're adorable. And every time you try and say otherwise, that's exactly what's going to happen until you learn. Got it?" He sounded stern but an amused smile played across his lips.
"But I'm not," she pressed.
He kissed her again. "Untrue. I will fight you on this til the day I die."